The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

At night, Shen Yijia lay on the couch and waited for a long time, but she didn't see Song Jingchen returning to the house. It was midnight when she opened her eyes again in a daze.

There was still no one beside him, and when he reached out his hand and felt the coldness, it could be seen that Song Jingchen had never come back.

Shen Yijia frowned, gathered her clothes and went out.

After looking around, I saw Song Jingchen sitting there wearing a single shirt.

The shadow of the moon was hazy, and the faint light hit him, making it impossible to see the expression on his face for a while.

Shen Yijia stopped.

"Cough, cough, cough." Song Jingchen's coughing sound brought Shen Yijia back to his senses.

Before she could say anything, Song Jingchen had already discovered her.

"It's so cold, why did you come out?" Song Jingchen asked.

The tone was as flat as ever.

Song Jingchen seems to be like this every time, hiding all his emotions deep in his heart, giving others the illusion that he has nothing at all.

He was like this when he knew about the death of his father, his grandfather and the loss of his legs.

Today, when faced with Feng Laoliu's coercion with Li's family, he felt powerless and the humiliation of being pinned to the ground.

How could it be possible for a former pride of heaven to be as calm as the surface.

Shen Yijia's nose was inexplicably sour, and she took a few steps to jump directly into Song Jingchen's arms, and said aggrieved: "Be careful, hug."

Shen Yijia felt wronged, but she didn't know whether she was wronged for herself or for Song Jingchen.

Song Jingchen was stunned, the cold limbs seemed to be injected with a warm current, which warmed his dead heart to life again, and subconsciously hugged the petite body in his arms tightly.

Feeling a slight dampness on his chest, Song Jingchen helplessly reached out and rubbed Shen Yijia's hair: "It's cold outside, come back, don't catch a cold."

When Feng Laoliu died, Shen Yijia didn't know how.

I only saw that Lin Shao and Tie Dan threw a sack on the carriage early the next morning, and they drove the carriage out for a long time before returning.

When he came back, Lin Shao's eyes were red, obviously crying.

The death of Feng Laoliu spread all over the world, and many people who had been persecuted by him applauded.

Those who saw the massacre with their own eyes were not so well. They hid in their homes for several days and did not dare to go out, and some even became sick for several days.

In the Song family's old house, Liu Shi secretly scolded Shen Yijia for being too hard, so why not die.

But after this incident, she didn't dare to curse out loud, for fear that Shen Yijia would slap her in a bad mood one day.

Thinking now that Shen Yijia only shaved a handful of her hair, should she burn incense and worship Buddha.

Song Dajiang was not so calm in his heart, and was so frightened that he didn't dare to close his eyes and fall asleep after smoking a whole night of dry cigarettes.

He had been hiding in the crowd and watched secretly, and he was relieved when Feng Laoliu said he didn't know the whistleblower...

Uncle He came alone, but no one else came.

Shen Yijia didn't care, she was strong anyway, so she could do it by herself.

Mother and son of iron eggs, Lin Shao and Mrs. Li were not idle either, helping to do whatever they could.

After a whole night of calm, everyone digested what happened yesterday.

After all, they have all seen the world. The youngest brother Hao and sister Huan also met twice on the way from the capital to Xiagou Village, and they were not intimidated, but Lin Miaomiao fell ill and took medicine to feed them. She drank it and let the dragon and the phoenix keep watch in the house.

Several people were very busy, and occasionally joked a few words.

Widow Wang watched Shen Yijia lift a load of tiles onto the roof with ease, and said: "The eldest nephew and wife are really amazing. With this ability, no big man can match."

Three shifts.

When Jiajia said the phrase "be careful, hug", my heart felt sour.

Woohoo, it's too good to cry.

But don't worry, little cuties, I wrote Tianwen Tianwen Tianwen.

Say important things three times.

Jia Jia will always be cute and loving.